The beautiful nymph approaches Derrik, smiling an unmistakably seductive smile, her green eyes sparkling with the promise of unearthly erotic delight....
Is that really Arthur returned under that big, frightful helm, my brave knight?.... If so, surely you remember your sweet Nessa.... And the sweet delights of her arms?.... Did you ever tell Gwenevere about us?.... No, of course not.... She's long dead, now, my brave knight.... Or shall I call you "Your Majesty"?
She steps close enough to embrace Derrik, but stops just short of doing so, as if waiting for him to embrace her.... She looks up at him with her emerald eyes, which seem to sparkle with flames of undisguised desire....